'Scaped from the day's long heats and hustling crowds, How much for that sweet silence I condon'd! The gold moon glimpsed from out faint-stirring clouds, And near the nested bird the beetle dron'd; Pensive upon my garden-chair I sat, And gave my spirit up to evening dreams, Haunted by fragments of that meagre chat, That held so long, and touched such weary themes, All worthless! Near me lay that burial sod Where to a shining thread such power was given; A little, aimless, ferrying, light that stood, And moved and stood again, at random driven, But made, by hope, significant for good, It plies, henceforth, between that hope and heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER MODERN LOVE: 43 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON |